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Wilting ۞ Sandor Clegane

Wilting ۞ Sandor Clegane

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Sierra_Laufeyson By Sierra_Laufeyson Updated Jun 14

"But he who dares not grasp the thorn 
  Should never crave the rose."
  ― Anne Brontë
  All men must die. All roses must wilt.
 There is a streak of wildness behind steel eyes. Two distinctly Stark features, yet they belong to Anya Whent. She may have been born a Southern lady, but it's the blood of the North that runs through her veins. A runaway at the tender age of ten, the girl was raised among Lord Rickard's children. Alongside Brandon, Eddard, and Benjen she trained, with Lyanna she learned. Behind a fair face are a kind heart, gentle soul, and a beast. A beast that takes a Hound to tame it. 
  Westeros is a cruel land. Deception lies around every corner, danger in each careless step. A game is being played among the highborn lords and self-proclaimed kings, a game which kills all. As the threat of a multifaceted war looms overhead people come to see the legitimacy of the Stark's words. 
  Winter is coming.

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